THE LILIES OF GOD by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Oct 4, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 40.

THE LILIES OF GOD.

By Eliza H. Morton

It was eve, and my heart was weary With the taxing toil of day, And it all seemed an utter failure In the twilight cold and gray; Like the peaks of the snowy mountains, Standing dim against the sky, Seemed the lives of the Lord's own people Whom the Lord would glorify.

As I pondered with eyelids heavy, The Spirit of God came near, And its blessed presence banished Every thought of doubt and fear; And I looked, and a chain of beauty— Precious links of gold most rare— 'Mid a bed of lilies was shining, And the rain was falling there;

And I knew that the chain was wisdom, And its links the Word of God, And the lilies the lives of Christians, Rising pure above the sod; And the Spirit then touched my eyelids, And the light was sevenfold, And all stains were washed from my garments, And my timid heart made bold;

And I felt a breath on my forehead, And I saw a tablet white, And a pen was placed in my fingers, And the Spirit bade me write,— Yea, write for the heavy-laden, The tempest-tossed within, For the tired and weary-hearted, For the sinner weak with sin.

And I looked, and the lilies were blooming 'Mid the mud and the filth below, And one end of the chain was fastened Where the heavens were all aglow, And this lesson to me was given, That the Lord will care for His own, And my part is to do His bidding, And to comfort the sad and lone. —Eliza H. Morton.